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[Styles P] Most of us came from a broken home Drownin' in my sorrow, drinkin' liquor, tryin' to smoke alone Argue with my wife so I broke my phone Threw it on the wall, tryin' to ball, but they playing zone Connect is acting funny with the work Like my money didn't work, they gon' end up getting merked The label acting funny with the deal Like the shit that I be spittin' on the record wasn't real Hood mad but they know a nigga ride But the anger and jealousy can blow a nigga high The other day I said I know a nigga fucked When I played the bodega, it was two dollars for the Dutch To keep it real, we living in real time And I feel a nigga's pain but they never can feel mine And so I'm on the go with the green light I don't even sleep, how the fuck could I dream right? [Hook: Rell] Yayyyy-yeahhh-yeahh; they keep telling me things getting better Yayyyy-yeahhh-yeahh; but I'mma do me, you can say whatever I'm a G [Styles P] Ghost, never on that swag shit Guess it's a sad thing my tarot card is magic I remember I ain't never have shit December was cold but, February was drastic! So pardon my niggas and what they traffic Or if they seem cold when the murder scene's tragic Niggas can talk shit, we don't even glimpse Niggas can get hit, we don't even wince Come with an entourage and I don't mean Vince Purple ape in a purple Porsche, of course I'm playing Prince Or looking through the sky light, my light And I zip my lips the minute they read my rights Blowin' on a long Dutch, inhale How I lie I'd rather die than be in jail It's all good 'til it's all bad And the ugly niggas gon' crash your broad's pad [Hook] [Styles P] I keep it moving in my new J.O.'s On them blocks, where them young boys move llello They salute like "Whattup O.G.?" I salute Cause it's the Wild Wild West like Kool Moe Dee What they do for a two-door B, and a nice watch Blow your brains out when the cocaine price drop Like yeah I know my man got life ock The game don't stop so pull the weed out your nike sock Yeah! It's like that ain't it? My down South niggas that got the Lex painted My East coast niggas that got the Benz kitted Don't it hurt when they snitch and you found out your friends did it? I thought it's money over bitches but Niggas throw money at bitches so let's kick it If you really live by the G code Shoot a couple of guns, hurry up and reload [Hook]
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